Saturday, October 31, 2015

ON THE LAST OF OCTOBER...





On the last of October
  
        when dusk is fallen






Children join hands

        and circle round me







Singing ghost songs

        and love to the harvest moon





I am a jack-o'-lantern

        with terrible teeth






And the children know

        I am fooling


HAPPY HALLOWEEN:)




from

 THEME IN YELLOW/CARL SANDBURG

all photos courtesy of google images, author unknown









Tuesday, October 27, 2015

THAT THEY MAY SEE...



        As they walk along the winding path of life...


            that they may know




        they are the most important 

and

    the least important



        that in order to truly live 
          
               one must keep



 hope like flint

and

a heart of water




           and

                that they may always see
            




the gold in ordinary days 


Thursday, October 22, 2015

THE ARTIST'S HAND



  The shades and colors are perfectly chosen





crimson reds against striking black




fiery yellows that burst into flame 




a touch of mellow green for subtle contrast





 with slight hues of the deepest blue 






 all mere strokes




of the 

Artist's Hand





all photos courtesy of Teri Jeffries:)












Sunday, October 18, 2015

OUT OF TIME




I'm late!  I'm late!  
For a very important date
No time to say hello, goodbye!
I'm late
I'm late
I'm late

                                 The White Rabbit
                    from Alice in Wonderland




        There are clocks everywhere...

              large clocks with important looking faces and ornate brass dials

                 clocks made of crystal cases with diamond studded hands pointing out carefully etched seconds

             clocks with inner mechanisms of gold coils and gears of the finest silver money can buy





...but he never learned to tell time


Oh yes, he could sit for hours that stretched into days, manipulating and outlasting his adversary--anything to prevail


...but he never learned to tell time


 Spent an eternity analyzing his stockpiles and gains


...but he never learned to tell time


Scuttled here and there, always with a very important next in mind


...but he never learned to tell time




Now, nothing left

but

 his collection of warped clocks




                                                             
all

still

running

out

of 



time

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

ONLY KINDNESS MATTERS


            "He's gone..."  she tells me

                     her voice a flat monotone


 eighteen years old

 tragic car accident


a bright flame of life

snuffed out

just like that

                why?

                   Why?

                       WHY??





                At the peak of life

endless possibilities

new beginnings 

second chances

no more



                and her...

slowly being taken

evaporating before my eyes

a shell of her former self



        Her fluff of grey hair brushing against my cheek reminds me of a newly hatched chick I once saw on a bright Easter morning

feathered 

soft

defenseless



        What can I say...

            nothing

        
        She rests her head in the crook of my neck, her sobs remind me of a small lost child

            the delicate outline of every one of her ribs palpable to my hand as I hold her close...

            "He's going to be ok"

            "He's going to be ok"

            it comes out as a muffled escape from my lips as a single tear rolls down my cheek mixing with her puffs of hair



        But do I really believe it?

        Can I honestly say that I know for sure what happens when we leave this world and move on to the next??


                                                *Awake, my soul;
awake lyre and harp!
                  I will wake the dawn



        The answer is yes

           without a doubt, 

YES


        
        I hold her tight until the tears subside...

           looking up, something outside the window catches my eye...                                                                                                   

                  the chorus of flowers swaying in the breeze



     they      
              
sing 

of 


Forever




                                                   
click on the pic below




*psalm 57:9
pic courtesy of google images, author unknown




            

               

        















Thursday, October 8, 2015

WAR GAMES



        It would be the most clandestine operation in history...

             a plan to sabotage the enemy from within


            to catch him off guard

invade

outwit

dupe

             by using his greatest weakness


pride



        It would have to be a child

            yes, a child

            a person no one would ever suspect

the

weakest

most vulnerable

least likely

would be the 

One

to destroy the darkness



        It was pure genius... brilliant...

            the creation of a mastermind 


        And now, the combat continues...

            as soldiers line up for battle

pick their sides

are called to service



Are you up to it??


game on

        

            *For our battle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers , the authorities, against the world powers of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil that exist



*Ephesians 6:12

photos courtesy of google images, authors unknown

                                                        


        



Saturday, October 3, 2015

I WOULD RATHER SIT ON A PUMPKIN...



        I would rather sit on a pumpkin









and have it







all to myself





than be crowded





on a velvet cushion










I would rather sit on a pumpkin, 
and have it all to myself,
than be crowded on a velvet cushion
                    Henry David Thoreau




October hello 

from my home to yours:))